Letting go

March 2012, beach near Torrevieja. Now that’s what I call a bar with a view.

A few weeks ago an old friend of ours invited me and Ronnie to stay with her in an apartment in Spain, near Alicante on the Mediterranean coast. We haven’t seen our friend Rhona much the last few years as she moved to Sweden in 2006 and now lives in Budapest. In fact just before she moved we were working on a project together, and it was a few months after she moved that I was diagnosed with breast cancer. She’s always stayed in touch and followed how we’re both doing. She owns the apartmentĀ in Spain with her sister and for the last ten years they’ve used it for family holidays with their children. The apartment is also available to rent when they are not using it, and Rhona needed to go there to get it ready for the first guests who were arriving at the end of March. So, an offer of a ‘free’ holiday with a friend, all we needed was a flight to Alicante (direct from Liverpool) and Rhona would meet us at the airport in a rental car. What’s not to like about that?

Well. I didn’t immediately say yes. I hummed and haahed a bit. Why? Continue reading